Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.